Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Forty-Five

Third Person POV

Sans's Perspective

Alphys, Mettaton, and every other person involved in (Y/N)'s rescue are spared from being called out to face the city's mayor for what would be the third time in one day. Sans can tell everyone is just as relieved as he is not to be held back longer than they had already, the two hours he had spent inside that office, plus the additional two waiting for Napstablook's return being enough suspense and wait for a lifetime.

With the clock now marking half past two, his next mission is to pick up his brother at his new job while Toriel came back from shopping with Frisk and Faust. He splits up from the bailiff, judge, and policewoman the moment after they pass through the doors of the city hall, being left to walk with the rest to the bus stop, where Napstablook and Sunny take up Solana's offer of driving them back home.

Only Mettaton and (Y/N) are left accompanying him, purposefully stalling the robot in order to deal with the outburst earlier ago. Quickly, Sans turns to him before he gets the chance to talk with the human, more than ready to part ways and deal with other matters pertaining to his relationship with the latter.

"Sorry about what I said back there," Sans speaks up, scratching his nonexistent throat. He finds it difficult to speak having (Y/N) as an audience, though he feels grateful when he sees them look away and pretend they aren't listening to the conversation. "You, uh, really helped us out back there -- offerin' us a room for permanent rent and all. Didn't mean to poke at old wounds."

The robot holds back a smile, lips parting to speak up in replace. "I could say the same to you, Sans. I know you didn't quit as a sentry just because you didn't want to," Mettaton replies, passing a hand through his hair as a subtle snicker shows on his face. "I've. . . heard Burgerpants say a thing or two about me, but I can't blame him. I was and still am kind of a dick, so I'm trying to be less like one now." He stretches out a hand towards Sans, a feat that would make the skeleton raise an eyebrow were he to have any. "How about this, then: I'll try to be more understanding with my employees, so long as you agree to come to me for arrangements if that wedding so happens to pop up. Truce?"

Taken aback by his words, Sans can't help chuckling when he sees Mettaton is serious about making an agreement. He holds back a grin and accepts, shaking hands with the robot as he sends a small shock of electricity to his body, a gag kept hidden at his wrist thanks to his long-sleeved suit jacket.

"Knew you had to ruin this somehow," Mettaton comments letting go of his hand.

"Knew ya had to bring up the wedding again," Sans retaliates, laughing when he sees him do the same, (Y/N) covering a smile of their own from farther away.

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It's a much more tense situation when the monster is left to confront the human about his past job.

Uncertain, Sans grabs the steering wheel tight, giving himself some motivation and time to try bring that topic up while he made it to Papyrus's new workplace.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yeah?"

Receiving confirmation they were listening, he breathes in and steals a look at the human now free from wearing a formal suit and tie, the red light allowing him to make brief eye contact with them.

"You already know monsters used to attack humans who fell underground, right?"

It takes a little longer than he would like for them to respond to his question, his mind already forming regrets for having decided to bring up the topic in a car he borrowed from his brother and in the middle of nowhere of all places.